Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.